"The wolves are nice!?" Vanellope practically shouted. The other elves jumped in surprise. Mr. Short twiddled his fingers, unsure of what to say next, while Tom just put his hands on his hips.

"Don't take that tone of voice on us," He warned. "We were the ones who helped you survive that attack." He stared at Vanellope hard, and the president's cold face eventually softened.

"What do you mean, the wolves are nice?" She asked again after a moment. "They're nice. They're a bit rude at times, but they would never stop to help someone in need," Mr. Short replied.

Vanellope's eyebrow raised in curiosity. "But you weren't there!" She shouted once more. "Those wolves are evil! They tackled us and bit us and clawed us and taunted us and-"

"We get it already!" Tom interrupted, exasperated. "Those wolves were mean."

"No you don't get it!" Vanellope replied. "That's not just mean, that's horrifying. I nearly died because of them, and you're saying that they're friendly?"

"Well, yes," Tom responded. Vanellope's eye twitched and her face started to turn red. "Do you even have any concept of nice, you midgets!" She shouted furiously. "Those wolves are a bunch of-"

"Don't you even think about it, missy," Tom interrupted once more. "You will calm down at once or we will kick you back out into the ice regions with those wolves, you hear me!?" The other elves nodded in agreement.

Vanellope's red skin started to return to normal and her face softened as she started to regain a sense of control. She sighed in exhaustion.

"Thank you, Vanellope," Mr. Short said. "But why did those wolves attack?" Vanellope asked. "I don't know why they attacked you," Mr. Short said. "Even we don't know everything about this game."

Vanellope's shoulders slumped and she frowned. "And to think, my friends are out there, with those wolves, and nobody knows what is happening." The other elves started shrugging and groaning in worry.

"Well, we could always ask Santa Claus," Billy suggested after a minute. Everyone turned to stare at him.

"Billy, that...might actually be the answer," Tom said. The other elves mumbled in agreement.

"Santa will certainly be able to get to the bottom of this and bring Fannar to justice," Tom said. Vanellope finally cracked a smile.

"Well, let's go and meet the jolly fat dude," She said and marched off down the hallway.

Tom and Billy stared at each other. "Does she know that she's going in the opposite direction?" Tom asked. "Who gives a crap?" Billy replied.

(Scene Transition)

"The bear is nice?" Candlehead asked in disbelief. Fannar nodded slightly. Candlehead groaned and paced around the room. "Oh, the bear is really good-natured, clawing at me and knocking me into a wall," She said sarcastically.

Fannar shrugged. "I don't know what got into him when he saw you, but he's usually very friendly," He said. Candlehead stopped pacing and raised an eyebrow.

"Then why'd he attack me?" She asked. "I don't know," Fannar said, flailing his arms around. "He was a real softy when I first met him. I didn't think he would actually attack somebody."

"Wait, how many times have you met him?" Candlehead asked. "Twice," Fannar answered. "The first was when I went to stare at the clouds and he came over and offered me a Popsicle, and then during that blizzard when he attacked you."

Candlehead bit her lip as she thought hard on what to do. "I think I get it," Candlehead said, raising her index finger in the air. "He acts friendly to people that belong in the game, but acts hostile to people that don't belong in the game." After a moment, she then added, "Though that still leaves the question as to why he attacked me."

"Look, if you want, I'll go and talk to him," Fannar offered. Candlehead smile and nodded. "Ooh, that's a good idea," She said. "Give him a piece of your mind. Not literally, though, that'd be disgusting."

Fannar turned and started to leave the cave. The moment he was gone, Candlehead turned around and stared at her reflection in the wall.

"Friendly bear, eh," She said to her reflection. "Then where was that friendliness when he punted me into the wall?"

Then where was that friendliness when he punted me into the wall? Her voice echoed throughout the gigantic cave. Candlehead shuddered in terror.

"Who's there?" She asked.

Who's there? The echo came right back at her. Candlehead's eye twitched.

"Knock it off!" She shouted.

Knock it off!

"Shut up!"

Shut up!

"I'm having a very bad day."

I'm having a very bad day.

"You're stupid!"

You're stupid!

Candlehead groaned in annoyance. Finally, she shouted, "I'm dumb!"

I'm dumb!

"Hah, you just said you're dumb!"

Hah, you just said you're dumb!

"Well, yeah, but that was to, uh, trick you," Candlehead muttered.

Well, yeah, but that was to, uh, trick you.

Candlehead face palmed.

(Scene Transition)

Mr. Artie was resting near an ice glacier. "Life is good," He said to himself before being tapped on the shoulder. The bear looked up. It was Fannar, who was scowling, clearly disappointed.

"Oh, hi Fannar," Artie said. "Just enjoying the winter view." Fannar just raised an eyebrow.

"Is that really what this is too you?" Fannar asked after a tense moment. Artie turned to stare at him in confusion. "Was that Popsicle sour?" He asked innocently. Fannar just stared at him in shock.

"You attack a little girl and you only think of the Popsicle?" He asked. "I thought better of you."

Mr. Artie's jaw dropped and he got to his feet. "I never attacked Willow," He defended. "She's sweeter than an ice cube."

"No, not Willow," Fannar corrected. "A small girl named Candlehead. You knocked her into an ice wall and nearly killed her."

Artie gasped in shock. "I know not of this Candlehead girl but I would never do something like that."

"But Candlehead said you attacked her," Fannar replied. "Well, there was a blizzard at the time," Mr. Artie suggested. "Maybe she couldn't see straight and thought she saw me."

"Not many people can be mistaken for you," Fannar said. "But seriously, why did you attack her?" Artie shrugged, unsure of what to say. He was deeply confused.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Artie said and, before Fannar could respond, he turned around and left, leaving Fannar alone at the glacier.

"That was incredibly odd," He said to himself. He sat at the same place Artie had been only a few moments ago to contemplate things. After a moment, he said, "I better get back to Candlehead. Something strange is going on here."

(Scene Transition)

Billy and Tom were dragging Vanellope through a different hallway. "Where is he, anyways?" Vanellope asked. "I need to get out there with Rancis and the others before they're in danger again."

"Will you lighten up?" Tom asked. "Santa is just one hallway away." Vanellope groaned.

Billy stopped as they reached the next hallway. "Okay, we're here, you two," He said as they stood in front of a bright red door with white stripes. A picture of a blue present was on the door.

The three heard laughing coming from inside the door. Vanellope finally smiled as she slowly opened the door and peered inside.

A large man was sitting in a seat, his back turned. He was wearing bright red, and a large red hat was on his head. Vanellope could see along gray beard in the limited view that she had. The man was sitting at a brown desk, and was writing something.

Immediately, Vanellope glitched in front of the man. The man looked up, a big grin on his face. Before Vanellope could say anything, the man opened his mouth and spoke first.

"Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas!"